by T. G. Johnson

(The experience below represents a battle I had with supernatural evil in San Francisco during 1994. The year leading up to this experience, I had been involved with hundreds of lesser engagements, but none were so intense as this event. Only after searching a great deal for the truth would I have been prepared to do what I did, and to seek the assistance of God. There are no words which can describe the importance of patience and forgiveness, nor the amazing Shepherd we call God. I can only hope these lost souls have found the way, because the death and destruction they invited is mind-blowing.)

 

It was early Thursday morning in San Francisco, about 3:30am, when we left The Pit dance club and went to the Sound Factory -- which is one of the more prominent night clubs in The City. Fog had swept in from the Bay, and the light of a full moon gave everything a strange glow. I rarely went to the Sound Factory, yet I found myself in a car racing towards our new destination. Was the club even open that late?

Upon arriving, a big guard looked us over sternly and allowed us entry. There were odd information booths set up just inside the doors of the club. The booths had information like: Pagan's United Front, Moon Ceremony, "Gratefully Dead " and other stuff I did not recognize. I thought this was really strange, but shrugged it off as typical San Francisco activism. There are many self-proclaimed cult groups and witches in this part of the world. They worship strange gods and goddesses. Some things never change, I suppose.

The club was packed with people. I was surrounded by hundreds of young men and women; average age seemed about twenty-eight. They were all dressed very lavishly for San Francisco. There were capes, lots of velvet fabric, sleek hosiery, short skirts, dress slacks, and lots of skin -- on both the men and the women. Their hair and makeup was dramatic, and they wore a lot of jewelry: rings, necklaces and even headbands. But most all of them wore various types of pendants around their necks with strange, cult designs I had seen before. Oh yes, most of them dressed in black.

A friend told me we had arrived at a special meeting of the underground San Francisco rave group, ComeUnity. The Sound Factory is a very large club with three separate dance floors. There were about 300-400 people there that night. I recognized many from other underground gatherings I had been attending. My friends had taken me into the main dance area and left me there. I thought that was strange. Since I was alone, I shyly tried to ignore my surroundings and just get into the music. People were looking at me as though I did not belong. I began to get the very strong sensation there were supernatural forces present. The feeling was very intense. Many people began to stare at me, but I just stared right back with a BIG smile. Who were these people? I went to the middle of the dance floor and just started dancing. The music was less than wonderful. The rhythms seemed twisted and dark. People bumped into me time and time again, every so slightly. Obvious they did not want me there. People encircled me and stared at me while I danced. They did not look very friendly, but this did not bother me. I had enough experience to know what was happening. After a while I looked around and was horrified.

Drawn on a section of the huge dance floor was a pentagram -- this is a five star symbol used by the occult for pagan rituals. Black candles were lit in the corners of the room. Strange alters filled with fruit and objects which I did not recognize were scattered around the room. Some people dressed in black were dancing wickedly around the pentagram. In the far corner of the room a single figure stood high up on a huge floor speaker. There were 'guards' on each side of him. The dancers were chanting and swaying back and forth in front of him. From across the room I watched him put on a very lifelike goat mask. The mask was the head of a goat, complete with fake fur and everything! Yuck. The mask seemed to melt into him, and he become one with it. The people moaned so loudly I could hear it above the twisted music. A dull electric shock filled the room. The chanting intensified. I knew what was happening. I had seen it and felt it before. I had stumbled into a ritual to worship and praise evil, itself.

These people were hosts for evil! I had unknowingly stumbled into their monthly pagan ritual to praise the proverbial Satan. Regardless of what they called it, they were willingly giving the wicked one their soul-energy and were worshiping it. They were blaspheming God. So that is why they didn't want me there! Many of them knew I was a positive person of the light. They hated light people, and here I was crashing their ritual! Had they intended it that way, somehow? As I began to ponder the gravity of this situation, a great void surged into the room. My eyes filled with tears, and my heart raced. God, I hated the darkness. It was a thief.

Why? Why are you doing this to yourselves? Don't you know what you're doing? This is the devil! Listen to this music. Look at your friends. You are inviting death into your very souls and you are being deceived! I sent out my own telepathic message to all the people in the room. They looked at me strangely, and continued their dark rituals. Don't you know about Love? Maybe you have been rejected by people in your past. Maybe you have anger and pain in your hearts. Please allow love to help you. Love can heal your soul and guide you back into truth. I love you, brother. I love you, sister. You must seek to rid yourself of this ugly, negativity. Unlock your love! Seek to stand! Cast out this awful negativity!

I danced for an hour this way. Sharing my love for my lost brothers and sisters. I allowed love energy to flow from my soul and wash over them. I stood firm, even when they bumped me. I held my spot on the dance floor and was a dancin' fool. I talked with them only through my mind, sharing my joys and my Love with them. I tried to heal them the best I could with the invisible energy of my soul, and I focused that same energy at the DJ booth and Light director in order to inspire them to play more 'positive' music: Don't let negativity bring this music down. Take it up! Let your heart soar! Let the beautiful music of your heart play through! Allow the love to flow through us all! Let the music take us up! High! Let's fly!

The positive energy of my soul was trying to combat the transmuted, stolen energy from hosts. The stolen energy was being used to twist the music into darkness. We struggled. There was a push and pull battle taking place. I encouraged the group to allow positive energy to come into their gathering: Cast out this negativity for just a few moments, and allow in the positive energy of Love. You can do it! Allow positive energy to come through! It will be amazing! We will fly! Touch the sky! Allow love to flow through this room. It will lift the veil of darkness. Love will set us free. I love you so much. Let's try it together. Come on, you'll see! The music and lights twisted in response. This lasted for over an hour.

Suddenly, a demonic voice began shouting orders. But from where? The voice was loud. I could hear it above the music. No, it was twisted into the music. Was it in the lyrics? No! It was separate. What was going on? The voice said, "The room is not secure! There is an intruder! It seems God wants to hear some positive music. Isn't that sweet!" The voice was loud and sarcastic. It rammed into me like an invisible weight. The crowd got very excited upon hearing this voice. I looked at the people around me, their eyes were nearly black; filled with the darkness of the wicked one.

My heart was pounding. Sweat dripped from me. The Love energy had been pouring from me all night, as a river, towards those who were so desperately lost. I loved them. They were still my brothers and sisters, even though they were worshipping evil. They were blind and sick, and needed help! The mindful conversation between the crowd, myself and the devil continued. The wicked one promised them great power if they secured the room -- in other words, get rid of me. But I knew it intended to steal away their lives. Their ability to feel love. Their ability to hope. Their ability to grow. Their ability to see. I had to help them!

I danced with a passion I had never known. Those dancing around me were verbally threatening me. Shouting insults. I continued sharing my love energy and thoughts with them; and also found the courage to face the demon and demand it stop its attack, on them: Stop attacking my brothers and sisters! You're nothingness. You're a liar! You are hurting them and they don't even know it. If you're not scared of Love, then let's let some positive music flow through this room. If you're not frightened of the truth, devil, let my brothers and sisters hear some beautiful, light music. Brothers! Sisters! You're being deceived. Join with me and let's let the love energy of our souls flow through this room!

STOP! The devil demanded loudly. Then it laughed as it moved deeper into the room, but it could still not be seen. The goat mask man was just jumping around like a fool. The supernatural evil had not materialized. Perhaps goat man thought it had, I don't know. The sticky void grew. People around me looked violent, but drawn out. They were being drained. The demon laughed as even more darkness swirled into the room. My lost brothers and sisters looked very weak, yet they still held hatred in their eyes. This bizarre, mindful exchange continued. The devil said, Stop! Your love hurts us. My brothers and sisters were saying this in their minds as well. This confused them. How could love hurt them? I continued allowing love energy from my soul to wash over the room, and the people honestly began acting as though it really hurt them.

You're not powerful, devil ! You're nothingness! You feed off the souls of these lost people, my brothers and sisters! You can't destroy me! If you can, then do it, devil. If you can't then positive music will be coming into into this room and it will lift your veil of deceptions! I said these words with courage and conviction. If this is the only way to prove to my lost brothers and sisters that you are a liar, then so be it! Try to kill me devil, because I'm going to give it all I've got! Let the positive music FLOW...

I demanded the chance for truth to be made known. I demanded evil to release them and come into the light so they could see what it really was. They were frightened by these demands, thinking I would be instantly destroyed by their demon for saying such things. Laughter filled the room, as the void grew larger. It felt as if a dark blanket had settled on the entire room. It was suffocating. This situation provided me with a great rush of Faith. I knew positive energy was stronger, did they? My soul began to release light. I continued dancing, releasing every ounce of energy I had to fight it. Exhausted, I stopped dancing and prayed in front of them all. It was the first time I had called out to God in such a way: God! Please help us! Please come and show them your strength! Please Father, deliver us from this thing. God, please forgive them! Help us!

No sooner than the words left my mouth, God came down into that room. The only to described what happened next is the gates of Heaven were thrust open, and His realm entered ours. The club lights danced as I had never seen them. The music instantly became clear and beautiful, the most beautiful dance music I've ever heard in my life -- to this day. The rhythms were complex and tantalizing. The music was amazing! I felt as if we had all been lifted up from a murky sludge and were floating.

The demon screamed and was instantly gone. God spoke to me in my mind. The words were clear and resonated through me. The words were loud, but soft. They were bold, but gentle. There is no other way I could describe the voice of God. With the most intimate and beautiful voice I have or shall ever hear, God said: I shall always be beside you, now and forever. Call out to Me when you are in need, for I am...always near. God was bold at that moment, just as He is now. His words resonated through me with a harmonic melody of love. His words were strong. His words lifted my soul. His voice was also gentle and wrapped me tenderly with a blanket of hope. His words descended with power. Authority. Might.

Divine music filled the room. This was music from God's own hand, and there are no words powerful enough or beautiful enough to glorify this music. It was beyond description! The children around me were dazed. Everyone stopped dancing for a moment, taking in the magnitude of the situation. Light began to fill them. They were as prisoners finally freed.

They were free to see and hear and feel once again! Some screamed out angrily at the demon, that it had tricked them! Others turned to Love at that moment in time, never again to turn away. The haze lifted from the room and from their eyes. Everything became clear. Instead of bumping me and threatening me, many wore brilliant smiles of gratitude. A few did not, however, and went back to calling on the devil. Others simply looked confused by what had just happened. Many people stopped dancing and sat down so they could just listen to the amazing music, as did I. We set in that huge room feeling and seeing and hearing the most amazing music we had ever known. Tears of joy streamed down many of our faces.

Most were thankful to God for this loving intervention, and I did not want them to misplace their gratitude and glorify me in any way so I left the club quickly. On my way out, I could hear in the minds of many of them the chant of we're free! Those who then welcomed Love's light were finally free...open to begin embracing Life. God's love led us up and out and towards the way. God is our amazing Shepherd. I love Him with all of my heart and all of my soul. And as for you, I love you more than you will ever know. If you were at that gathering, I can only hope you were one of the lucky ones who decided to turn their life around and live in Love.

This was a true story. Gatherings like this are not uncommon. This experience was one of many I've had with supernatural forces. I wanted to share it to make you aware pagan rituals are more common than you expect, and happen in prominent locations. This story has a special place in my heart and is most intense for me personally because it was during this time I called out to God for help in fighting supernatural evil. It will give you further insight as to why I created this site. Without fear, I offer this experience to you in hope of glorifying truth and encouraging you to also share your experiences, no matter how slight you feel them to be. When we encourage each other to be open, and share our experiences, truth is glorified; and our determination and conviction to shine a light in a dark world is strengthened. This story is not unusual. It is real. There are millions of people around the world who need big brothers and sisters to stand up for them, to help them along the way so they can stop being deceived and begin to know Love and Truth.

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